I grew up in the Midwest with an alchoholic mother, no father and a fiercely independent spirit. At 18, I defied the advice of virtually everyone who should have cared about me and left for school 1,000 miles away. I intended to return home eventually, but a funny thing happened on the way...
I ended up in an entirely new city, with an entirely new life, a great job, great friends, an adorable boyfriend and a whole new perspective. I also seem to have acquired a 15 year-old along the way...

Monday, February 12, 2007

It is 9:00 AM and I have already determined that I am not gonna get anything done today. I am exhausted...the two short nights of sleep, running around and liver abuse is catching up to me. I will probably spend all day staring at the same spreadsheet and making little progress on it.

Meeting Mom's family (the part of it that I still acknowledge) was good. The Boy was horribly hungover...and maybe still drunk...but he was a trooper and got through it with a smile on his face. Then immediately collapsed into bed when we got back to the apartment and took a three hour nap...lol. Munchkin crashed, too, so I got to spend some quality time with the BFFs. I am lobbying them to move out this way, wish me luck on that...

I have two things today, both short. I alluded to the meeting between The Boy and Sam on Saturday, but didn't really give you a lot of details. Truth be told, I wanted to talk with The Boy and BFFb before I said anything. So, I have been debriefed, and apparently everything went well. They did get a chance to talk for a while, and The Boy says that he was friendly, nice, and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him a bit. BFFb says basically the same...he even gave Sam an out ahead of time if he thought it would be too weird, but Sam really wanted to meet him.

Needless to say, that is a relief. Really, I would have gladly accepted anything short of a fist fight;-) I didn't really get a chance to talk to Sam at all after I got there, but I got a really nice message from him yesterday when we got home. It was kind of a long, rambling message, but the basic point was "I'm happy for you," and it seemed genuine.

Second, it seems like the Love Story of the Century may be on the rocks. Munchkin told me last Thursday that she doesn't know if she wants to have a boyfriend anymore. I guess a week is about the normal length for a fifth-grade romance...so this one is right on schedule. As of this morning, she was still deciding on whether or not to break up with him....I will let you know how it goes;-) Maybe she wants to be single for her big girls' ski weekend coming up.

Oh, and yes...I intentionally mislead everyone with the title of this post:-P

About Me

I'm 30, and without tooting my own horn, I am wicked cute:-)
I live in a fantastic condo in Boston with my adorable husband (since September of 2009), our twin girls (April, 2010) and my sort-of adopted 17 year old little sister. I am a recent graduate of a fancy-shmancy business school, and I benefit from a lot of fantastic people that treat me like family and give me a lot to be thankful for.
I also have an 12 year old half-sister in Chicago that I wish I saw more!
Stick around and I will tell you some stories:-D Most of them are pretty good, I promise!!!